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Ch 3

KATNISS P.O.V

Images of my world shattering, watching my only child walk up on stage still played behind my lids It was all my fault how could I have even thought of bringing a child into this world I felt pure hatred for myself it was familiar emotion that I had felt often after I found out I was pregnant but it was never this strong it brought me to my knees. I felt Peeta's warm strong arms wrap around me and hold me to his chest. I breathed in his intoxicating sent and clutched his shirt desperate to find a way out of this nightmare. A peacekeeper nearby sneered at us as he walked by an I glared at him through my tears stronger than the hatred for myself was the hatred I felt for the capitol. I decided I needed to speak to Haymitch.

Pulling Peeta with me I determinedly searched until I found him. He was sculling alcohol from the bottle. I lashed out at the glass and it smashed to the ground.

He instantly swung around but then he saw me standing there and dropped his defensive stance. "Hey sweetheart come to send me more unfinished death threats" he slurred I was about to attack him but Peeta stopped me.

"Don't mess with her Haymitch her emotions aren't very stable at the moment" Peeta warned and there was an obvious threat in his voice but Haymitch ignored it.

" I can't guarantee his safety the Capitol still has a grudge against you Katniss they probably had this plan thought out for years not only are they punishing you for "defying" them they also guarantee a tremendous hit with the games this year, apparently they have been a bit dull for the past 11 years since you and Peeta left.

I hissed fresh tears springing from my eyes.

"Haymitch" my voice was broken instead of fierce like I wanted it to sound. He didn't look me completely in the eye. "Keep him alive" I said walking away before I had another emotional breakdown, another part of me wondered if Haymitch was too drunk to even remember this conversation. I wiped away my tears as I walked home I curled up on the couch and stared into space.

After a while I heard a knock on the door I assumed it was Peeta, he hadn't followed me I think he knew I needed to be alone I slowly got up to answer the door and my breathing stopped that had been the furthest thing from my mind.

CADEN P.O.V!

I was on the train, me and Daisy started at each other from across the table, she was looking at me with awe and a hints of hopelessness and annoyance as if she couldn't have a hope of winning against me but didn't she know? Didn't she know that as soon as I stepped foot on the arena I'd most likely be dead, dead because of who my mother and father were, because of what they had done. I didn't hate my parents for having me they were good people who didn't deserve the fate they had been dealt. I knew mum truly hated herself for It but I couldn't do the same.

I knew from mum and dad's experience and from 14 years of watching the games that if I ate to much of this rich food I would be sick so I didn't eat that often. I saw Daisy wolfing down her food. She had the classical seam look short dark hair and grey eyes I couldn't get over her height she was tiny I towered over her even though I was 14 and she was 17.

Lucinda looked at Daisy with a disgusted look and this angers me I glare at her and proceed to eat the rest of my meal without a knife and fork wiping my fingers clean on the table afterwards. I catch A glimpse of Haymitch grinning at me from across the table with an amused but sad expression and I can't imagine what this could remind his of...unless.... No! It couldn't be about my mum and dad even if it was I couldn't bring myself to think of them.

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I couldn't sleep that night I tossed and turned and woke up very sleep deprived the next morning.

I bumped into Daisy on the way to breakfast I could see she had been crying her eyes were red and puffy.

"So what can you do" Haymitch asked Daisy as we slowly ate breakfast that morning she looked up apprehensively .

"I um", she glanced at me "I'm alright with hand to hand combat" she said nervously I was surprised but I tried not to let it show on my face she looked so tiny who could be a match for anyone in wrestling?

Haymitch nodded thoughtfully "Caden?" he said, "I already figured you would be good with a bow and arrow you slip into the woods far too often for you not to be anything else?" Daisy shot me a look but I didn't get to see what kind.

"I'm good at camouflage" I mumbled unsure, his eyes twinkled "you really are your parent's kid aren't you?" he chucked taking a swig of his drink. I wrinkled my nose and swallowed the lump in my throat. My mum and dad had Haymitch over for dinner a couple of times but I usually went over to Jacks when he visited, Haymitch got on my nerves.

"HAYMITCH" a voice said viciously "you promised" the voice was like heaven it was very familiar I must be hallucinating.

"When did I ever promise to stop drinking at breakfast" Haymitch said dryly he obviously wasn't surprised to see my mother stalking forwards my father slightly behind her. I ran towards them as fast as my feet would carry me but mum quickly sidestepped me and ruffled my hair. "Hey there" she said he voice devoid of emotion; the lump was back in my throat. "I believe its harder keep tributes alive when you can't even speak without slurring" she snarled glaring at Haymitch.

"Katniss" Peeta said lowly giving her a meaningful look. She cleared her expression with some difficultly.

"I'm going back to bed" she mumbled her voice was so detached it scared me more than actually being in the games. My world was spinning out of control so fast that I felt my knees shake dad caught me before I hit the ground his face inches from mine. Only now that I was this close to his face did I see a bruise forming on the left side of his cheek invisible from a distance most likely concealed with makeup.

"Dad?" I whispered in alarm touching his face lightly. He winced and set me on my feet. I looked into his blue eyes and he seemed to be trying to tell me something without actually speaking it out loud. Haymitch cleared his throat and shook hands with my Dad I caught Daisy staring at me again and I realized she was Jealous. Oh if only she knew how lucky she was not to be the child of the two most resented Victors in history, at least to the Capitol.

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